Up at 6 am, I didn’t sleep well. We pad packed our regular pillows and used the guest ones. They were too poofy, so I kept waking up in the middle of the night, and woke up tired.
We drove down to Tennessee in the rain for 2 1/2 hours I don’t know why, but it is hard driving in the rain–I guess because it requires more concentration. But the weather was beautiful in Tennessee. We dropped the kids of at my folks and stayed for lunch. We got to see my sister who drove from Colorado, and the kids too, but were glad to be on our way. Being tired is harder when there are 5 excited kids around.
Fall Creek Falls wasn’t like I remembered. More accurately, I don’t remember it as well as I expected to. There are too many memories crowding in from other trips and other places. I can’t keep them sorted out.
A lot of the things are the same as i remembered them. The lodge, the swimming area, the falls, but they are some how different than they were. Or more likely, I’m different and the memories of these old stomping grounds don’t fit me the same as they once did. But it’s OK. I didn’t have any expectations of these remembered places and so I’m not disappointed.
Camping is definitely simpler with 2 people. We don’t have to work at entertaining one another, and our goal is the same: to relax.
Once conversation at dinner led to other memories:
- Of a fateful men’s retreat when I questioned my faith and was approached by the man that I’ve met with as an accountability partner for almost 10 years.
- Of the dry desert time in my spiritual life when God seemed far away and I believed the lies of self effort.
We finished dinner in prayer, cutting away from those lies and confessing our desperate need for our Father to help us trust Him.
I came away full, not only full of hamburgers and beans and Doritos, but also full of gratefulness and faith for all that God has done and is doing and will do. These memories strengthen my faith and cause me to want to trust God more.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!